Jiaohu

Chapter 10 The First Hunt
Although the seedlings that looked less damaged were inserted back, after all, there were a large number of seedlings that could not be planted.
Not to mention replanted,
How long it will live is unknown.

Standing by the field, Zhao Huniu watched the originally dense farmland become sparse, and a few seedlings drooped their heads, as if to show their impossibly long life.

The villagers have dispersed one after another, leaving only a few kind-hearted people or those who have a good relationship with Zhao Cunwu, they all surrounded Zhao Cunwu who was sobbing and comforted

Zhao Licheng originally wanted to comfort Zhao Huniu,

But he was dragged away by Aunt Zhao Wu, who was unwilling to intervene.

"Is there anything else I can do to help?"

Hearing the voice from behind, Zhao Huniu turned her head and saw Guo Yinshu standing behind her,

"I just heard that something like this happened." Guo Yinshu looked at her with a serious expression, "Should I tell the village chief about this?"

"No need,"

Zhao Huniu withdrew her gaze, her tone was unexpectedly flat,
"Everyone knows who did it, and so do I. It's useless to tell them. Will they punish that person for it?"

Guo Yinshu also heard a little about Zhao Huniu's family.Hearing what the girl said, he was silent for a moment, then took out a bag from behind,
"This is what my mother asked me to give to you. It's a few steamed buns. It's not something expensive, just treat it as a thank you for helping me last time."

Zhao Huniu looked at Guo Yinshu again.

She remembered Liu Sheng had said to herself that the Guo family, like theirs, had moved in from outside Brassica Village, not the original people in the village; the Guo family had only one widowed mother and one son left, and it was because they were foreigners. , so there is no land in the village, and usually rely on Guo's mother to help people wash and sew to maintain the family.

Therefore, Guo's life is quite difficult.

I don't know how long these white flour steamed buns have been the rations of Guo's mother and son.Thinking of this, Zhao Huniu shook her head,
"No, I just said it with little effort. Besides, even if you are not there, as long as Zhao Erdan said that, then I will take action to teach him a lesson.
Take this thing back."

"No," Guo Yinshu's attitude was firm, he handed the burden to Zhao Huniu, and said stubbornly:

"Although it was a small matter for the girl, it was a big deal for me. If the girl hadn't rescued me in time, I would not have been able to go back unscathed.
If I came home with an injury, my mother would be sad and weep,
It is unfilial for my son to make my mother worry about me and shed tears.So the girl helped me at that time, not only saved me from physical suffering, but also made me feel filial. These steamed buns are not enough to repay the girl. "

Zhao Huniu's gaze towards Guo Yinshu became strange,
Now she sees it,

Sure enough, he is a scholar, even his speech is sour.

"Thank you very much then,"

Zhao Huniu reached out to take it, for fear that he would say something else.

"nice girl,"

At this time Zhao Cunwu came over, his eyes were still red,

"I'm going to go to the village head's house to talk about this matter, and let the village head comment on it for us. You said that this good seedling will be pulled out, how will we live next year?"

"Father, you don't have to go,"

Zhao Huniu replied with a cold face,
"It's useless to go. After a while, you have to come back by yourself."

"What did you say? It's useless. If you know who did it, ask him to compensate us, otherwise this seedling will be wasted."

"You really don't know who did it?"

"I do not know,"

Zhao Huniu glanced at him,
"Everyone in the village knows about it, but you don't, Dad."

Zhao Cunwu who said this was taken aback for a moment, and then shivered like cold, Zhao Huniu didn't say much, just walked up to Zhao Cunwu and said,

"Father, come and take care of the fields at home tomorrow.

I want to climb Tianshan Mountain. "

……

Split Tianshan,
Before Brassica Village became Brassica Village, it was already called this name.It's just that the names of Pingshan and Jianlinshan were called by the people who first moved here to distinguish them.

If you look for a map of Huangzhou, you can only see the words "Splitting Tianshan" on it.

A long time ago, before Pitian Mountain was divided into two sides, many people went to the rugged and steep side.

Ten of those who go, two or three of those who return,
Among the two or three, there are few of them.

Over time, the ancestors of Brassica Village realized that it was impossible to go to the towering and daunting side.From then on, "Sword Forest" and "Ping" were used to distinguish, and on the side of Jianlin Mountain, very few people went there.

Just after dawn, Zhao Huniu went up the mountain with a long stick and sickle on her back.In fact, if you have a bow and arrow or a long gun for hunting, it will be easier.
But she didn't have these two things at home, and she didn't have the money to buy them, so she had to choose the most convenient tool to replace and went to Pitian Mountain.

Of course, Zhao Huniu didn't feel embarrassed because she didn't have something in hand,
After all, her handiest thing is her pair of fists.

Although the strength of her body is still far below her requirements, it is naturally no problem to deal with a few wild beasts.

It was still early, and there was no one on the path to Pitian Mountain except Zhao Huniu.

After a night of heavy dew, what can be smelled in the nose is the moist and fresh breath of vegetation; occasionally there is a slight sound when stepping on gravel, other than that, there are birds chirping in the morning,
Zhao Huniu concentrated her mind and carefully discerned whether there were animal footsteps around her.

The further you go into the mountains, the louder the calls of the birds are, and the more species there are.
Zhao Huniu thought for a while, then put her feet on the ground and rose into the air. The figure who was still on the gravel road just now appeared on the trunk of a tall and strong tree in the blink of an eye.

She hid her body among the leaves, and she pulled out the long stick behind her with her right hand,
Holding his breath, he seemed to be waiting for something.

For about a quarter of an hour, Zhao Huniu heard rustling sounds from the grass under the tree, as if something was stirring the leaves.

She gently raised the stick in her hand,

Throw it violently to the ground.

There was a muffled sound of "嗙啷", and Zhao Huniu jumped down from the tree,
Pushing aside the grass, I saw a hare lying on the ground.It seems that he was hit on the head with a stick, and his skull was shattered to death.
Zhao Huniu picked up the stick from the side and put it on her back again. She picked up the rabbit and tied it around her waist with a thin straw rope.

The moment Zhao Huniu saw it was a hare, a thought popped into her mind,
Maybe, she can catch a live rabbit in the mountains and bring it back to Liu Xiaowan as compensation for the rabbit from last time.It's a pity that this rabbit has already been beaten to death by myself, so I have to wait until the next time I meet it, and be careful to catch it alive.

Zhao Huniu stayed in the mountains until the sun was three poles,
In addition to the hare at the beginning, there is also a pheasant and a few wild quail around the waist.If it continues, Zhao Huniu can catch more, but she is only here today to test the waters, if she catches more, I'm afraid it will be inconvenient to take them back.

These are almost enough.

It's a pity that except for the first one, she didn't see any other hares. Originally, she wanted to catch one and bring it back to Liu Xiaowan, but it seemed that she had to wait for the next time.

Zhao Huniu was planning to go home with a string of jingling animal carcasses hanging around her waist.
And now, when the sun was shining brightly, it was the time for other villagers in Brassica Village to go hunting in Pingshan——Zhao Huniu met the hunter Zhao Zheng on the way down the mountain.

There are many villagers in Brassica Village who go hunting in the mountains, but Zhao Zheng is the only one who can really be called a hunter.
Zhao Zheng's family is not without land,

But he enjoys the thrill of hunting wild animals; he even went to Jianlin Mountain, leaving a deep enough fatal scar on his chest,

And that time he came down from Jianlin Mountain and brought back a wild boar as prey.That experience made Zhao Zheng a little famous even in Li County.

If any family in Brassica Village wanted some wild animal skins or wild game to improve their lives, they would go to him with a pot of strong white wine, and then just stay at home and wait for the man's good news.

Today is no exception,

Zhao Zheng drank a pot of shochu early, good shochu,
So he went up to Pingshan to hunt a civet for the village head's family.I heard that the son of the village chief's family is going to celebrate his birthday soon, so the civet cat must have been prepared for this celebration banquet.

With a bow and a spear on his back, Zhao Zheng walked slowly into the depths of the mountain road.
A figure approaching in the distance caught his attention.

Good guy, there are so many harvests hanging on this body, Zhao Zheng thinks carefully, it's because he hasn't hit so many things for a long time,
However, this guy looks quite thin, and he can still hunt so many things. It seems that his skills should be good.

As the figure walked in, Zhao Zheng's eyes gradually widened,

He could hardly believe his eyes, and even rubbed vigorously with his hands,

Only then can he be sure that he is not mistaken.

"Tiger? Is that you, Tigress?"

The man with hunting trophies hanging from his waist turned out to be a child, and a girl at that,
The Huniu of the Wu Family of Zhao Village,
How, how did she come, how did she do it?
"Four uncles,"

Zhao Huniu had seen Zhao Zheng a long time ago, but she didn't stop to respond until he called her name—he was a distant cousin of her physical mother, so she should call him uncle,
The girl stood still, waiting for the man to come to her, with a look of shock on her face.

"You, did you pick these up? Or did you hit them?"

Even Zhao Zheng himself felt ridiculous when asked this question.
He stayed on this mountain as if he was familiar with it. It is impossible for him to have so many prey that "suddenly died suddenly and their bodies were intact".

But another explanation, even more ridiculous.

How to convince him that the girl in front of him, who is only half his height, can actually hunt so many prey in this mountain?
Zhao Huniu did not answer Zhao Zheng's question directly, but pulled out the stick behind her back to show him,

And that scythe,

The throats of the pheasant and the quails have been separated, and the blood on them is not even completely dry.

Although Zhao Zheng looked at Zhao Huniu in shock,

After seeing the scythe,

A little more faint appreciation.

(End of this chapter)